Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Monday, July 12, 2010

The World Cup Was Awesome, Then it Wasn't

In keeping with our recent theme (to wit: professional sports that no one gives a shit about), I wanted to share my thoughts on the World Cup. Well, I actually wanted to share my thoughts on the World Cup several weeks ago, but I just didn't get around to it. If I had written this post a few weeks ago, it would have gone something like this:

Wow. The World Cup is really great. It is so fun and exciting to watch, and it is encouraging to see Americans really get behind the sport. Each match is quick (compared to say, a baseball game), lively, and totally action-packed. Unicorns, rainbows and hope. Hugs.

And I think I would have been justified in writing that post at the outset of the World Cup. People were excited about the American team, the games are a bit swifter than most U.S. sports, and they are punctuated with moments of incredible drama. The U.S. win over Algeria in extra time was incredibly exciting, and it really felt like all of NYC (at least where I was watching) had taken time out of the day to root for the team. Ergo, World Cup was great. The U.S. team's loss to Ghana was disappointing, but there was still plenty of great soccer left to watch.

But even then, there were some cracks in this happy facade. A U.S. goal against Slovenia was disallowed on a phantom call. And as frustrating as that was, it was compounded by the fact that the referee (note the singular - because there is only one fucking referee who is responsible for covering the entire match) was not required to identify the nature of the penalty, or the player who committed it.

And the flops. Oh those god-damned flops. How many times have we seen players lose their footing when they engage a defender, go flying through the air, and land on the ground writhing in agony, only to have a television replay reveal that there was absolutely no contact whatsoever? A good clue to this nonsense is often that the gie who looks like he is about to pass out from the pain one minute is happily trotting down the field the next. It has become so much a part of the game that it takes over the game; a good slide with no contact earns a yellow card, while a kick to the chest is overlooked by the referees. I think most U.S. fans find this incredibly unsatisfying -- refs miss penalties or calls in our sports all the time (just ask that gie for the Tigers) -- but it is very, very difficult to get used to the level of inconsistency on yellow cards, and the frequency with which these gies dive and just beg for penalties.

There is also the matter of "stoppage time." The concept makes perfect sense: the clock is not stopped during each 45-minute regulation half, so the referee has discretion to add a few extra minutes to the half to to account for any stoppage of play due to injuries, etc. But in practice, the clock is so loosely enforced as to make it laughable. There has never been a single World Cup game that has ended on a breakaway, or just before a corner kick could be taken, etc. Stoppage time always ends when the ball settles in the middle of the field, or rolls out of bounds, or there is some other natural break in play. It is almost as if the ref looks at his watch and thinks, "man, time is up, but I gotta see how this thing ends." The lack of precision with timekeeping is completely foreign in U.S. sports that play off of a clock.

But there is more. Because there is only one ref, he tends to miss really, really important things. Like goals. Like goals being scored against Germany by England. Like the one everyone in the world saw (even me, because Jet Blue is awesome) except the one guy who needed to see it. And yet, despite the incredible consequences a single goal can have on the match (though, in fairness, perhaps not that particular Germany-England match), FIFA has long maintained that they won't introduce instant replay (though that might finally, finally be changing). Even baseball uses instant replay now to determine whether or not a ball was hit for a home run. There are no good arguments left to allow goals to stand that were not goals, and to fail to award a goal when one was scored.

And there is still more. Remember those yellow cards? The ones that sometimes are given out when a player commits a penalty, but other times are given out for no particular reason at all. Well, if you get two of those in consecutive matches, you do not get to play in the next match. This is the equivalent of benching an NFL player in week six who was flagged for personal fouls in weeks four and five (Jeremy Shockey would have missed all of 2006 under this regime). It would be one thing if the yellow cards actually meant something, and were only handed out in response to truly dangerous play, or blatant rule violations. But as it stands, they are handed out so wantonly as to make the punishment (missing an entire game) completely out of whack with the crime. Just ask Thomas Mueller of Germany, who was benched against Spain because of a yellow card issued after an alleged handball. There can be little doubt that Mueller - the top scorer in the tournament and winner of the "Golden Boot" - might have helped Germany alter the outcome against the eventual champions.

The most frustrating aspect of this is how easy it would be to change most of it. Add another ref. Introduce instant reply on balls that may or may not have gone in the net. And, if a player gets two yellow cards in successive matches, review both yellow cards (after the games but before the next one) to determine whether a game suspension is warranted (the NBA does this now when a player is suspended for getting too many technicals).

Referees will always have an impact on sports, but the extent of that impact, and the extent to which the human element can just completely ruin a game and a tournament, can be minimized with little to no impact on the game itself.

Friday, January 23, 2009

All The Assholes Live In Texas

Girls high school basketball is an interesting sport. Generally the teams are either very good and function like real basketball teams, or the teams are very bad and function more like a gym class. This leads to great games with good fundamentals and playmaking between the good teams, freaking disasters of games that can barely be called basketball between the bad teams, and then travesties of justice when one of the good teams plays one of the bad teams.

The Covenant School in Dallas is a good team. Dallas Academy is a bad team. In a recent game, the Covenant School beat Dallas Academy by a score of 100-0. Add to this the fact that Dallas Academy is a school for kids with learning disabilities. And the fact that they have only 20 girls in their school.

Did I forget to mention that the Covenant School maintained their full court press and three point shots into the fourth quarter until they scored their hundredth point? After the game the Covenant coach said, "It just happened". Apparently meaning, "It just so happened that we forgot to take off the full court press at half time when the score was 59-0. At least we slowed down in the second half and only scored 41 points."

Incidentally, the term asshole seems way dirtier when written as two words.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Just One Question, Omar

I'm definitely not complaining that the Mets signed the gie who just set the record for saves in a season when they desparately needed a closer. I'm just wondering why the Mets were the only team who wanted him. Why didn't the Angels even try to sign him? Do they know something? I know he took a physical and everything so I guess it's not that big a deal, but I find it very strange that no one else seemed to be in on this.

Mitigating that to a certain extent is the fact that in addition to Francisco Rodriguez aka K-Rod, the Mets also traded for JJ Putz, who was Seattle's closer for the last couple of years and an all star.

Also my heart sank a little bit when I'd heard that as part of the deal for JJ Putz the Mets traded Endy Chavez to the Mariners. That guy was easily my favorite Met.

Monday, October 20, 2008

What the Eff, Ref?

This really happened in a game this past weekend. The University of South Carolina was playing LSU when the ref ran up and nailed the USC quarterback. (Sorry this video sucks)



Then after the game the SEC said that the ref was in the proper position. This is just the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

Friday, August 22, 2008

The Most Apropos Name Of All Time

I don't recall being quite as dumbfounded ever watching a sporting event as I was when I watched Usain "Lightning" Bolt win the 100 meter dash (the Giants winning the Super Bowl is definitely 2nd place, though). He destroyed everyone in the race. Literally (not literally) destroyed. He stopped even trying after 70 meters and he still broke the world record. I was honestly astounded.

The only video I could find of it is mad grainy and the commentary is in Italian (I think it's Italian). I'm not sure you can really tell how far out in front of everyone else he is. Also notice how he starts celebrating before the race ends.



Then he came out and destroyed clowns in the 200 meters as well. This video is not of great quality either.



Wow.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Dear Mets Fans,

Alright, so the Mets have won four in a row. 3 against the NL East champion Phillies, and one against 10-2 Tim Lincecum. Carlos Beltran has been hitting well. They showed some real heart in Illadelph in two out of those three wins and all that is well and good. I guess about now we're envisioning winning series against the Giants and Rockies and maybe even going into the All Star break with a lead in the division. Let's not bet the farm on any of those things yet. There is, however, one reason for Mets fans to be excited.

The Pelf

Mike Pelfrey has won all 5 of his last 5 starts and has really been pitching in a dominant fashion for about 2 months now. We're not talking acceptable, we're talking dominant. I happened to be at the game about a month ago when the Pelf outpitched Brandon Webb, threw 8 shutout innings and got trotted out for the 9th in a clear boneheaded move by the brain trust of Wille Randolph and Rick Peterson, and then they brought in Wagner who promptly blew the save.

In case we're counting, Mets fans, there are currently 4 (somewhat) reliable starters in the Mets rotation. Johan has been getting hsoed by his teammates who apparently hate him, but has been pitching well. Maine is consistent and also consistent. Perez is hit or miss, as always, but has been very good recently, and he only needs confidence to get going. Their sucky starter? Some young upstart named Pedro Martinez. I think he'll figure it out soon. His arm is healthy, so that's what's important.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Weekend Sports Recap

So here are the things that happened in sports this weekend that I care about (and therefore you should care about):

1. Hoya Saxa!!! Far and away the biggest news of the weekend was the stunning come from behind victory posted by Georgetown over the still-shaking-their-heads UNC Tarheels. UNC missed something on the order of 17 of their last 18 shots in regulation, and then scored basically no points in overtime (they didn't score any until the game was out of reach)

The three pointer hit by Georgetown's John Wallace at the end of regulation is an instant NCAA tournament classic. GTown was my pick to win the tourney, and given my miserable performance in both pools to date, it would be nice at least to say that I picked the winner.

(side note: to add injury to insult for snake-bitten UNC, the team mascot, played by 21 year-old senior Jason Ray, died today from injuries sustained when he was hit by a car in Fort Lee over the weekend. I know nothing about this other than what I have read on a few random news sites, but it seems like an absolute tragedy and a freak accident).

2. Mike Pelfrey. The Mets named highly-touted prospect Mike Pelfrey as the number 5 starter, setting their rotation for the year (Glavine, El Duque, John Maine, and Oliver Perez at 1-4). This hardly comes off as a particularly formidable rotation, but all five have looked very good in spring training, and Pedro might be able to give us a few quality starts down the stretch. The bigger concern is that but for a few bright spots (Lastings Milledge and Jose Reyes most noticeably) the Mets have looked anemic on offense, with THREE of the projected starting eight batting under .200 for the spring (Paul LoDuca, Shawn Green, and newcomer Moises Alou). The offense should be fine, and if Milledege steals the spot from Green on merit then all the better, but it would be great to bang out a few 10+ games in St. Louis just to silence the whispers.

3. Theismann Sacked Again (but not as badly as the first time). ESPN is reporting that Joe Theismann is out as part of the triad calling Monday Night Football games . . . . Mike Tirico and Tony Kornheiser will be joined this year by ESPN analyst Ron Jaworski.

Umm . . . . what? I feel like I came down on Christmas morning, unwrapped the biggest present, and it was my old bike that I really didn't like that much with a new coat of paint on it.

Theismann is terrible, yes, and it was time for the last remnants of that Sunday Night Football crew to go (Paul Maguire and Mike Patrick were awful, too, and perhaps even worse), but Jaworski? Come on. This guy has made a career on ESPN talking about how the Saints are really tailored to play a nickel defense, and the Eagles dime will give them trouble (side note: it is ALWAYS about the Eagles with Jaworski). Besides, at least with Theismann we got to listen to Tony Kornheiser just murder him for the entire broadcast for all the ridiculous things he says (TK (incredulous after Theismann screams about what a great job the Bears are doing on offense): "Joe, you just said they were doing a lousy job thirty seconds ago!!" JT (defeated): "well, that was before." Priceless).

Kornheiser needs a patsy to be funny. It isn't Tirico, who has Pat Summerall greatness written all over him (just you wait), and Jaws isn't dumb enough to be the patsy. So instead of the combo of: solid sportscaster who will do the straight stuff, comedian and fall guy; now you've got: the straight guy, a comedian with no one to make fun of, and a washed up QB who knows too much about football to be laughed at, too little about football to be interesting, and just enough about football to be boring. Ugh.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Houston Texans, What The Hell Is Wrong With You Guys?

Last year the Houston Texans had the #1 overall draft pick and could have picked anyone they wanted to. Their choice, Mario Williams, a defensive end who they think will be a pass rusher like Jevon Kearse or Michael Strahan. This guy was probably the best defensive end available, but hardly even close to the best possible pick. Defensive end is a relatively unimportant position, especially for the Texans who needed help at literally every position. Before the draft they gave a vote of confidence to David Carr by signing him to a contract extension and basically guaranteeing that they wouldn't choose a quarterback with the first pick.

Given that then they had two logical choices in last year's draft: Reggie Bush or D'Brickashaw Ferguson. Reggie Bush is the most versatile running back since Marshall Faulk and has game changing ability. D'Brickashaw Ferguson is an offensive tackle, and a left tackle at that. The recent wisdom in football is that the left tackle is the second most important position behind quarterback because he protects the QB's blind side on the pass rush. The average salary for starting left tackles is only below the average salary for starting QBs, which tells you how important the position is. Given that they had just signed David Carr to an extension, and that he is the QB who has taken the most sacks of any other QB in every season he's been in the league, they should have drafted someone to protect him. Instead they drafted Mario Williams, who is a good player, but clearly did not deserve to be the #1 overall pick ahead of guys like Bush, Ferguson, Vince Young, Matt Leinart, and Jay Cutler, among others who were chosen in the first round.

Today, the Texans made that already very bad decision into one of the worst decisions in football history by trading for Matt Schaub, Michael Vick's backup in Atlanta, and promptly naming him the starter. If the Texans decided to stick with Carr, then they should have done that. He is a good QB with a dreadful offensive line and not many other weapons. Matt Schaub is essentially a carbon copy of Carr and will have similar success with the club. This is essentially a lateral move. If they weren't going to stick with Carr, then last year's draft was a disaster because they clearly now in retrospect should have chosen Vince Young with the #1 pick.

I will not use much space to describe how amazing of a player Vince Young is, except to say that he reminds me of John Elway, but faster, and of Randall Cunningham, but bigger. He's obviously not reached John Elway status yet, but in his first year in the league he singlehandedly led his team to victory at least 4 times, including once against the Giants that I'd like to forget (as would Matthias Kiwanuka) and once against the Texans themselves in overtime with a 35 yard touchdown run.

Vince Young is from Houston. He went to college at the University of Texas where he led that team to a national championship. He is beloved in Texas and would have been a perfect pick for the Texans in any scenario, even over Reggie Bush, who might end up being a better player. Even if Vince Young didn't end up being a good pro QB, which was nearly an impossibility, no one would have ever questioned the Texans choosing Young first overall. Instead they chose to stay with David Carr, and today they chose to throw that all out the window.

I know it's not your fault at all, but good luck trying to ever live this down, Mario Williams. I hope you don't end up being the Sam Bowie of the NFL, but something tells me you will.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Play Ball!

So this is my first post to our group blog. The blog was formed as a sort of news magazine type concept, where each of us will focus on a particular area of interest (with the occasional digression). I'm doing sports, and will attempt to write a "sports guy" type thing that is different enough so people don't say, "I guess he's kind of like the sports guy, but not nearly as funny and definitely doesn't know as much about sports."

I think that at times I may write about somewhat more narrow and perhaps mundane topics (e.g., complaining the morning after a particularly bad Mets' loss, or typing "I told you so" 150 times when Eli goes 28-34 for 400 yds and 5 touchdowns on Monday Night Football (coming sooner than you think), and things like that), but given that the MLB season is right around the corner, I thought I would try out a few prognostications. I promise to re-post in October to check out my stats.

Five Things That Will Happen Even Though I Don't Want Them To:

1. The Mets Will Make The Playoffs, And Not Win The World Series. You can't deny it. This team is built to win for a long season, and lose in a short series. The offense is terrifying to any opponent -- especially in a division with only a handful of other bona fide superstars (see number 4, below) -- and can put up five runs in the blink of an eye. But the offense is also not as young as everyone wants you to believe (Delgado at first, Lo Duca behind the plate (and el Padre de Tiempo backing him up), Alou and Green in the corners), and these guys will naturally slow down towards the end of the year. Worse than that, though, the only proven pitching is geriatric, and the Mike Pelfrey's of the world haven't really shown us anything yet (side note: he looked really good against Baltimore tonight; hope springs eternal). Remeber the playoffs last year? "Glavine, Maine and pray for rain." Cute. Omar better pull a rabbit out of his hat before the trade deadline, or we're going to be saying it again this year. And it won't be as cute. The next person who tells me that Oliver Perez might ever be good again is getting punched -- you've been warned. Chan Ho Park? Stop it. Unless he is buying the naming rights to the new stadium, I don't want to hear Chan Ho Park and the Mets in the same sentence.
What are we going to do when we are spot-starting Scott Erickson in game 3 against the Astros? Exactly.





2. El Duque's Leg Will Fall Off In A Pre-Game Warm Up. Further to the above, the pitching this year is scaring the hell out of me. As someone wrote on metsblog.com the other day (great stuff for die hards, by the way), "El Duque will be fine as long as he doesn't have to run to first, field his position, or ever walk from the clubhouse to the dugout. Oh sh*t."

3. The Mets Will Decide That Victor Zambrano "Has Totally Turned It Around." If you are a Mets fan, see the response to number 5, below. Otherwise, you don't care about this at all except to the extent that you can point it out to me and make me puke.

4. Ryan Howard Will Hit 138 Home Runs (Half Of Which Will Be Off Billy Wagner In the Ninth Inning of A Game I Am Attending). Howard is amazing. While he is very high on the "This Guy Totally Has Kevin Maas Written All Over Him" meter, I think he is the real thing, and he has been doing it long enough (over a year) to shush the Maas talk into a whisper. The New York Times did a great profile on him, his family, and his approach to the game, and it sucked because all I want is to hate this guy, and you just can't. By all accounts he is a great guy, has never touched the performance enhancement stuff (side note: the subject of a separate post will be the witch hunt in baseball re: steroids, and the fact that you are either clean or not based on whether Mike Francesa has ever said (in that fat, doughy whisper of his): "we can never know, but no way this guy's not juicin', dawg." Puke. (side note to the side note: the post after that will be about how quickly making fun of Mike and The Mad Dog went from funny to cliche to just lame)), and can hit the ball 850 feet. Scares me to death when the Mets are facing him in a tough situation. Hey Willie . . . get those four fingers out of your pocket right now.

5. Barry Bonds Will Break Hank Aaron's Legendary Home Run Record. "Wait a minute," you're thinking, "this one isn't really as funny as the others. It's just sad, true and kind of a bummer." Yep.



(Impossible to entirely hate Phillies fans by the way . . . the above gets a 9.2 on the creative-enough-to-make-other-smart-drunk-guys-laugh-at-pro-sporting-events scale).

Five Things That Will Not Happen Even Though I Want Them To:

6. The Yankees Will Not Miss The Playoffs. Just deal with it.

7. Dice-K Will Not Win 30 Games And Throw Six No-Hitters Against The Yankees. (He may engage in some sort of dragon-themed battle with Hideki Matsui, in which the movement of their lips does not correspond with the words they are speaking, which would be cool, but I digress). First, Dice-K? Come on. Let's be a little more creative. Even the hot dog guy has cooler nicknames than that. (side note: how long before some enterprising 14 year-old Yankee fan unfurls a banner at Yankee Stadium that reads "Dai-SUCK-e Matsuzaka"? Clever). I know he comes highly touted, but the excitement about him rewriting the dynamic between the Sox and the Yanks for the next five years is just irresponsible journalism borne of the fact that there is nothing to write about in Spring Training. This guy will be good, yes, but to quote the Wolf in Pulp Fiction . . . .

And speaking of irresponsible journalism . . .
8. Bob Klapisch Will Not Be Fired. This guy is the most irresponsible, band wagon writer in the New York media. I understand that they all go with the flow, and flip around a bit to suit their columns to fit current events, but this guys goes too far. When the Mets lose two in a row he wants Willie fired, when they then proceed to win a game or two he is using words like "Cooperstown" and "dynasty." Despite all this, he seems to be getting more play lately (ESPN.com, for example), rather than less. Beat it Bob.

9. SNY Will Continue To Broadcast Road Mets Games In Lo Def Even In The Ballpark Of A Team That Plays In Hi Def. Ok, so this one needs a little explanation, but if you are (a) a big sports fan, and (b) the proud owner of an HDTV, then I KNOW you are with me here. Scenario: Mets playing a road series in say, San Diego. You know for a fact that Padres home games are broadcast in high definition in the San Diego area, so you can conclude that they have hi def cameras and what not in the stadium at the time the game is being played. Despite all this, the game you are watching on SNY is in the lowest of lo def of all time . . . David Wright looks about as well defined as Sir Graham pulling the dagger out from under the rock on a CGA monitor (side note: give yourself five points if you picked up on the Sir Graham reference ("push rock" -- that sh*t never got old)).


("Wright stands in against Wells . . . the count is 2-2")

10. Barry Bonds Will Not Go Away. Remember that girl you hooked up with freshman year in college? You felt weird about it within weeks, because something was just off, and it only got worse, because you realized sophomore year that no one likes her, she's kind of ugly, and kind of a bitch. A few years later she is sitting next to you at graduation, your mom is talking to her mom, and they both want to know if the two of you have met.
Watching Chris Berman call Barry Bonds' record-breaking home run shot on a Tuesday night in August against the Nationals is going to be much more awkward.